A/N: Are you ready for this? Sorry I'm not getting to this as often as I would like,but I have like,3 or 4 other stories. One I'm working on the final chapter of,but because I'm stuck-might as well keep this going. I'm not exactly keeping timeline/accuracy with CF...but I don't care. Oh,you remember Chapter 3? You better,because it's coming back to haunt us...
First thing in the morning,I explained the spiel to Finnick,Johanna,and the straggler Finnick picked up overnight-the man from District 3,Beetee. He explained that his district partner had gotten killed the day before. With explanations out of the way,I took my bow and sheath of arrows to go get us something to eat. Peeta and Finnick came along,Peeta to keep an eye on me,and Finnick to try and figure out why Haymitch sent us a spiel.
"We've been walking for half an hour and still haven't found anything." Peeta muttered from behind me.
"Shhhh." I hissed. "Either you shut up or I'll do it for you."
Not five minutes later a tree rat ran in front of me. I shot it through the nect before it know what hit him. I ripped my arrow out and re-sheathed it. I looked behind me at the boys and eyed Peeta.
"Told you I'd find us some food."
Peeta rolled his eyes and walked over,picking the rat up by it's tail.
"Is it just me,or is it's mouth wet?" He asked,holding the thing out for Finnick to see. Finnick held it up by it's bottom jaw and examined it closer.
"I think so." He said,dropping it again.
Before we had time to think about where it was getting water,we found out. Another rat ran up a nearby tree and sank it's teeth into the rubbery bark. I looked back at Finnick and he nodded. I shot the second tree rat out of the tree while Peeta and Finnick tried to get water out of the tree.
"Try and get it deeper." Finnick instructed Peeta.
"I'm trying!" Peeta snapped,pressing the spiel harder with his palm.
"No,like this." I shoved Peeta out of the way and adjusted it so a trickle of water started coming out. Finnick reached out,but I slapped his hand before it got past my shoulder. "Let me do it,Finnick." I said,as I continued adjusting the spiel until a steady stream was pouring from it. Finnick handed me a woven bowl,and I filled it,and we passed it around between the 3 of us.
"We better head back to camp." Peeta said eventually.
"Probably right." Finnick said standing up,extending his hand to me. Peeta glared at him as he stood up and put his own hand out. I sighed and stood up,steadying myself with the tree.
Finnick shook his head as he pulled the spiel from the tree. I let Peeta carry one of the rats,since he insisted,and we headed back to camp.
Johanna and Beetee had collected some nuts,and along with the rat that we cooked with the force field,we ate a decent dinner. Finnick and Beetee went to bed early,leaving Peeta and I with Johanna. Not the most pleasant situation.
"If you want,Johanna,you can go to bed. Peeta and I'll take first watch." I finally told her,after an hour of expecting her to anyway.
"I thought you'd never say that." She mumbled as she crawled into the grass tent. That left just me and Peeta,alone on the beach. He sat behind me,with his arms wrapped around my waist. Just watching the water. Without much thought,I pushed him back and I rolled beside him,and kissed him fiercely. He looked surprised at first,but eventually calmed down and kissed me back with equal fervor. At some point,I crawled on top of him,tracing the outlines of his chest though his shirt. That's when he broke away from me.
"Katniss,what are you doing!" He hissed quietly,through shallow breaths.
"What?" I whined. "I though you liked that..."
"Kat,we're on national television!"
"So? They make kids watch the Games. They can't show that much."
"What are you-" He stopped mid-sentence,realizing what I was talking about.
"You said it yourself,the sponsors would eat this up..." I whispered seductively in his ear. Since I was still on top of him,I felt him go stiff under me. I smirked down at him and he turned bright red. I leaned back down to kiss him again,and after some slight prodding,he let his hands roam over my body the way mine were probing his.
"Kat.." He groaned against my lips as we kissed. After a few seconds,he gently flipped me onto my back. I didn't complain,the one time I'd been on top since I got pregnant,we were both uncomfortable. As long as he was gentle,and listened when I asked him to do something differently,both of us was more comfortable. I worked at tugging his boxers off,he eventually pulled them off with one hand,while holding me with the other.
"You sure?" Peeta whispered,holding the elastic on my underwear. I nodded and he ripped them off. He looked up at the rest of camp quickly,to make sure nobody had woken up. It didn't matter anyway,the whole country,or at least the gamemakers and Snow,were watching intently. Though,knowing Johanna,she'd want in on the action. Finnick probably too.
When I stopped my mind from wandering,I noticed Peeta was looking down at me,confused. I rolled my eyes and shifted my hips slightly closer to him. This seemed to bring him back to reality as he finished what I had started.
Luckily,we had trained ourselves to stay quiet at the Training Center. Being on such flat ground,Peeta had to hold my hips up with one hand. The elevation made me feel him more,and it was absolutely incredible. I made sure he went slow,which we haven't done since the first time we had slept together,on the victory tour,6 months ago when I conceived.
Peeta continuously groaned through our locked lips. I kept biting his bottom lip,and I accidentally nipped his tongue a few times. When we climaxed,it was all I could do to not scream his name. This time,the feeling was ten times more intense than ever,it must have been for Peeta too,because after he came once inside me,he came again not one minute later on my stomach. He smiled sheepishly,and smiled back. We both put ourselves back together,and waited out the last hour of our watch with lazy kisses and sheepish smiles. We had just had sex on national television.
If Snow saw that,and still doesn't believe that I love Peeta,then he has another thing coming.
A/N: I would bring that back. I scare myself sometimes. And my mom thinks my brother is the sex maniac. Oh well. Maybe this is just a "stage" and I'll get over it. Haha. Yeah right. As long as my sorry ass is single,this shall stick around. It's too much fun to give up this up that easy. Whenever I do get out of Singleville,Virginia; (population me) I'll still be writing sex scenes...they might even get worse! ;)